Our game show host,
in negative,
teeth bleaching,
papering the cracks,
with good lighting,
and bad jokes.
We
never
see
you
coming.
Fluffed before countdown,
but you never came,
your climax is waiting,
any minute now,
there is no edit.
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2015 16:31
- Category: Unclassified
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